Slasher Novelas e Histórias

Not again. "You will not look into my eyes or disrespect me. I am Elder Tasha. You are currently mateless and rankless until proven innocent. Sharing your body and bed with a stranger after you have been claimed is a crime. As luna, your actions have insulted your mates and your packs, but I would not expect you to understand the meaning of loyalty and fidelity; after all, you are a Vladislav," Tasha said and tugged the chain pulling me forward, almost making me fall. I was a bit hungry, so I could not move fast. She pulled me out of the room, and it was nighttime.

"But you already know who I am." "I don't know who you are," I snapped, trying to keep my voice steady. "And I won't hesitate to use this dagger on you if you don't start talking." "Put the dagger down, Winter," Slade warned, stepping closer to us. But I didn't move. Instead, I stepped closer to Alex; my dagger still pointed at him. "Who are you?" I repeated. Alex chuckled again, and then his eyes flashed with something that made me uneasy. "You want to know who I am?" he said slowly. "I am the one who killed Britney, and I am your worst nightmare."

One by one, the monstrous faces bared their fangs and claws, swiftly pouncing toward Adrian and the others. Slash! Ash stepped forward, unsheathing his Doomcleaver with a clang. Instantly, many monsters and fiend slaves were killed on the spot. But the old man didn't care about his fiend slaves. His figure flickered, and strange black auras kept appearing. With each eruption, more fiend slaves materialized.

Selena jumping out of the shadows and into the clearing startled everyone. Fester's unwavering concentration faltered for a mere fraction of a second, a lapse that would seal his doom. It was all the opportunity Sangre needed, a sinister opening in the armor of invincibility. In an instant, Sangre's hands thrust forward, piercing through Fester's chest with brutal force, emerging on the other side like macabre sentinels of impending demise.

They would, without a doubt, run for cover and hide somewhere in the vicinity. He wasn't expecting Mike to jump on him. Boo! His throat was slashed by the dagger's razor-sharp edge. “Ughhh!” The thug was rendered speechless as blood entered his trachea, causing him to scream in a slurred, low-pitched voice. As he passed away, Mike dragged him into the rubble with an unreadable expression. [Stabbing: Lethal attack that deals 100 HP damage (50 from a Basic Sharp Weapon (Dagger) x 2).[The target passes away] "One down," Mike thought to himself as he removed the thug's M1905.

Shock. That's what Rafael had mentioned several times, that I was still in shock from the experience. Perhaps he was right. The entire night replayed in my mind, frame by frame, each image more horrifying than the last. I would never forget the face of the killer or the jagged scar running from his cheek to his chin, accompanied by his evil grin. He had taken pleasure in the act, savoring the moment as he slit Lucas' throat while I watched in horror.

When you whiteness the oxygen leave their lungs and realize there's no turning back is when all the blitz, fear, excitement, glory, and gore rushes through your body all at once creating an amazing feeling. Having someone else's blood on my hands is the best stress reliever out there. Right after I fuck someone, I make them feel like a dirty used up whore before I watch them take their last breath. And the greatest thing about it is, the cops will never find me or my crew, were anonymous. 3hours later. I sat outside Merlina's house back in California contemplating on what I should do. I came here with a plan on how I was gonna kill Mrs. Kathy but something just wouldn't let me go through wit

Lexus implored, doing nothing to restrain or prevent Azrin from harming him. It didn’t take long for the freckled vampire to realize he wasn’t being assaulted but was, in fact, the assailant in this situation. A wretchedly broken sob escaped Azrin’s lips before he raked his claws across his own face, tearing out clumps of viridian hair in the process. Lexus sprang into action.

"Do you really think that I'd allow myself to be alone and defenseless even after knowing all of this?" As soon as I finished speaking, the ropes binding my hands were cut by a small hidden knife. I kicked Camden hard, aiming for his weak spot and sending the knife flying. At the same moment, the warehouse doors burst open. Don lunged at me with a knife, but a police officer shot him in the hand, forcing him to drop the weapon. I took the opportunity to kick Nevaeh to the ground and watched as all three of them writhed in pain and screamed.

A glint of metal caught the light as Spencer produced a sharp blade. “You’re going to regret ever crossing my family,” Spencer vowed, his voice devoid of emotion. With a swift motion, Spencer’s men pinned Chase’s legs to the floor. Chase screamed as Spencer raised the blade, his eyes fixed on the gleaming metal. The blade descended, slicing through fabric and flesh with ease. Chase’s screams turned to agonized wails as his legs were cut off from the knees, blood gushing from the wounds. Spencer stood back, his eyes never leaving Chase’s contorted face.